Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
“Let me out!”
Ivan gets over his pain and surprise and grabs my wrist, twisting it a little so that I gasp and do as he says, stopping.
“I’m not letting you out,” he growls. “You’re coming with me. We have business to attend to.”
I just shake my head at him, knowing that even if he lets my wrist go I’m completely at his mercy. God damn it, Kent should have taught me how to use a gun. Or a knife. Or something. But instead all I’ve got is this puppy
Suddenly I gasp, looking down at it.
“Oh my god,” I say, looking into the dog’s big brown eyes. “Oh, poor thing! You made me steal him away from his family!”
“You could have dropped it,” Ivan grumbles.
“In the street!?” I glare at him, again appalled, and yank my wrist out of his hand, using my feet to push myself backwards away from him until my back is pressed up against the wall of the van. I wrap my arms around the puppy who gives an anxious little whine. His feet scramble a little in his very reasonable fear and so I do my best to comfort him, stroking his little head while I glare daggers at my ex.
He glares right back at me, clearly not feeling any guilt at all.
Except, his face changes after a long moment, and his eyes drift down to my stomach. “Seriously, though, are you all right? I didn’t hurt ”
“You did,” I snap. “I’m dying. Pull over the van, let me out.”
He raises his eyes and glares at me again, any sympathy gone.
“I’m having the baby right now,” I say dryly. “You have to take me back.”
“Stop fucking around,” he growls, shaking his head at me. “You need to take this seriously, Fay ”
“How can I take this seriously!?” I break in, leaning forward to glare at him. “My jealous ex just came and snatched me off the side of the road it’s like something out of a Mexican soap opera ”
“I’m not your ex!” he shouts, sitting up straight, looking horrified at the notion.
“Oh whatever,” I say, leaning my shoulders back against the van wall and shaking my head at him. “You wish you were.”
“Enough,” he says, slicing a hand through the air, clearly pissed that I’m not trembling and begging him for my freedom, or however he expected me to act.
“No!” I shout, not even knowing what I’m objecting to anymore just wanting to be contrary.
“Fay!” Ivan yells back, leaning forward, clearly pissed at me. “I’m taking you ”
“You’re not taking me anywhere!” I cut in. After everything I’ve been though these past months, absolutely no part of me is scared of him anymore. He may have pulled some fast ones on us before, but I have been learning these past few months and Kent’s initial assessment of Ivan? It was right.
Ivan’s young, and he’s bitter, and he’s out for vengeance, all of which cloud his judgment. He’s clever, but he’s green.
“I’m in charge here,” Ivan growls at me, pointing to his chest, and I smirk a little. Because anyone who is actually in charge? They don’t have to remind the people they’re trying to control. “And you have no recourse, and you’re not getting out of this van except where I want you to, and when I want you to.”
My scowl deepens now because on that he’s right. Bodily, he does have me under his control. So, I’ve got to play his game for a while.
But…I can’t help getting one last dig in first.
“Fine,” I say, raising an eyebrow and shrugging. “But wherever you take me, Kent’s going to find you, Ivan. And he’s going to rip you to shreds.”
“We’ll see about that,” Ivan says, leaning back against the wall perpendicular to mine and resting his arms on his knees, glaring over at me.
We’re both silent for a long moment as I look down at my puppy and pet his sad little head. Poor thing, I think my heart wrenching for him. Because this is not a very good first day away from his mom, is it? I fold my legs and settle him into my lap, trying to make him as comfortable as possible.
“I can’t believe you’re worried about the puppy,” Ivan murmurs, and when I look up at him he’s shaking his head at me.
“Some of us have hearts, Ivan,” I murmur.
“Really, Fay?” he says, his voice dry as he raises his eyebrows at me. “After what you did to your father? After what you did to me? You can seriously still claim to have a heart?”
“One, I have no idea what you’re talking about. And two, you both,” I say, pointing an accusing finger right at his face, “betrayed me first. So, get your shit straight there, Ivan. It’s not my fault you underestimated my capacity for vengeance.”
“And what did you think?” he asks, tilting his head at me. “I was just going to roll over and let you get away with it?”
“If you were smart you would have,” I counter. “What does it even matter, Ivan? It’s an eye for an eye you betrayed me, I betrayed you. We’re even. Why can’t you just let me run away and hide, live my life in peace?”
“Because,” he growls. “You stole my vengeance from under my nose, Fay. Lippert was the thing I wanted, and you took him.”
“You don’t have any proof of that,” I sigh, blinking lightly at him. “I just got lucky was wandering the streets of Sicily and then poof! There he was.” I let a sarcastic little smile find my lips. “Like magic.”
“Bullshit,” he growls. I just shrug. He’s not getting any confessions out of me asshole is probably wearing a wire anyway. I’m not stupid enough to say anything real.
We ride for a long moment in silence, kind of at a stalemate.
“So, what do we do, Fay Lippert?” he asks on a sharp little sigh.
“I don’t know, Ivan Kaminski,” I reply, my voice cold. “It’s your kidnapping. What do you have planned?”
“I’ll tell you,” he says, “but first you have to agree to be compliant. This isn’t going to work if you keep being such a bitch.”
“Oh, spare me the insults, Ivan,” I sigh, rolling my eyes at him. “Why would I do anything you want me to do?”
“Because,” he says, leaning forward and looking at me evenly. “I have every intention of taking you back to your stupid little villa tonight. But for that to happen, you have to do what I say.”
I study him, doing my best to discern if he’s lying. I curse inwardly, wishing I’d mined Gio for more tips and tricks on this he’s way better at reading people than I am. But then slowly I nod, because what’s the alternative? Just rolling around in this van all day, yelling at each other?
“Fine,” I snap, lifting my chin like the mafia donna I am. “Where are you taking me?”
“To see someone very important,” Ivan replies. “Who has quite an offer to lay at your feet.”
I raise my eyebrows, intrigued.
“Kent!” Daniel shouts into the phone as Jerome drives frantically down the road, blazing through intersections, weaving around and between cars. “Someone someone fucking took her!”
They’d done their best to follow the van, but it had already been too late. By the time that they realized that Fay was gone from the side of the road that she’d been snatched and wasn’t just hiding or something the van was already out of sight, driving like a maniac. The farmer had screamed for them to go after her and they’d gotten into the car as fast as they could
But by the time they were on the road after it?
The trail was completely cold. They had absolutely no idea where it had gone.